This is the sequel to Undercovers, Part Deux. After tragedy strikes the DiNozzo family, how will Tony and Ziva hold up and who will they turn to? Tiva, Jibbs, McAbby. IF YOU HAVE NOT READ UNDERCOVERS, PART DEUX, THIS WILL MAKE NO SENSE!

A/N: This is the sequel to Undercovers, Part Deux. If you haven't read the previously mentioned story, this will not make sense to you at all! This story takes place six months after the end of Undercovers, Part Deux, which makes Ziva roughly six and a half months pregnant.

Ships: Tiva, Jibbs, McAbby

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, but if the strike doesn't end soon, I'll take over…

Tragedy

"Tony, I'm leaving," Ziva called from the foyer. Bending over, she struggled to pick up Chaim over her pregnant belly. She knew that she really shouldn't be lifting him, but how else would she get him to the car.

"Here," Tony said, running down the steps. "Let me take him." Tony took Chaim from Ziva and tossed him gently into the air, causing Chaim to giggle madly. Ziva gingerly bent over and picked up the diaper bag. Tony carried Chaim out to the car and strapped him in tightly into his car seat. Meanwhile, Ziva maneuvered herself into the driver's seat. Tony shut Chaim's door as Ziva turned the car on. Ziva rolled down the window and Tony leaned in.

"Be careful, I love you," Tony said, kissing Ziva on the lips.

"I will, love you too," Ziva said as she put the car into reverse. Tony watched as Ziva backed out of the driveway and then speed off down the street.

Tony leaned back in his chair and lobbed a paper wad at McGee's trashcan. McGee peered over his desk to look into the can.

"Don't you have anything to do, Tony?" McGee asked, looking up from his trashcan.

"Nope," Tony said, tossing another paper wad at the trashcan. "I finished my reports." McGee was about to say something, but was interrupted by Tony's phone ringing, which he supposed was just as well because Gibbs was starting to give them death glares.

"Special Agent DiNozzo, how may I help you?" Tony said into the phone.

"Tony, it's Melissa from dispatch," the voice on the other end of the line said.

"Hi, Melissa, how come you're not calling Gibbs?" Tony asked.

"There was an accident in Georgetown," Melissa said.

"Marine? Navy?" Tony asked.

"No, it was Ziva," Melissa said. Tony almost dropped the phone.

"Where'd they take her," Tony asked, recovering his senses.

"Bethesda," Melissa said.

"Alright, thanks," Tony said and he hung up the phone and he grabbed his gun and badge.

"What's up?" Gibbs asked.

"Ziva and Chaim were in an accident," Tony said.

"Okay, Tony, you go to the hospital. McGee, you go get Abby and Ducky and then meet Tony there. I'll get the Director," Gibbs said.

Tony rushed to the nurses desk as soon as he got to the hospital.

"How may I help you?" the nurse at the desk asked.

"My wife and my son were brought in here, they were in a car crash," Tony said in a rushed voice.

"Names, please," the nurse said.

"Ziva and Chaim DiNozzo," Tony said. The nurse typed something into the computer and then looked up at Tony.

"Your son is fine, he just hit his head. He'll have to stay overnight for observation and they've already taken him to the children's ward. You're wife is currently in surgery," the nurse told him.

"Why, what's wrong with her?" Tony demanded.

"If you'll wait a minute, I'll get the ER doctor who worked on your wife," the nurse said, picking up the phone. A few minutes later, a doctor who Tony was very familiar with walked to the nurses' station.

"Dr. Carter, thank God," Tony said.

"Mr. DiNardo, or, should I say, DiNozzo," Dr. Carter said.

"Where's Ziva?" Tony asked.

"Ziva is in a coma right now. She had to be taken to surgery to have a C-section in order to save the baby. Once they finish operating the baby will have to kept in the hospital in an incubator for three months since it will obviously be premature. We don't know if Ziva will wake up after surgery or not, only time will tell," Dr. Carter explained.

"What about Chaim?" Tony asked.

"Well, that little boy just keeps getting luckier and luckier. He has a slight concussion and we are keeping him overnight for observation. Other than a few bumps and bruises, Chaim is just fine. The car seat saved his life," Dr. Carter said.

"Can I see Chaim?" Tony asked.

"Yes, just go up to the children's ward and ask what room he's in at the nurses station up there. I will call you when Ziva's out of surgery," Dr. Carter said.

"Thank you," Tony said and then ran off to the elevator.

When Tony walked into Chaim's room, Chaim's eyes lit up.

"Daddy," Chaim yelled, clapping his hands. He had a bandage on his forehead and another one around his forearm. Tony walked over to the bed and picked Chaim up and sat down on the bed with him in his lap. Tony hugged Chaim as tightly as he could without actually hurting him.

"I'm so sorry, Buddy," Tony whispered in Chaim's hair. Chaim looked up at Tony and patted his cheek and then kissed him. This made Tony smile. "Always my little man," Tony said, ruffling Chaim's hair. Just then Tony's phone vibrated at his hip. Tony pulled his phone from the clip and answered it.

"Alright, we'll be there in a minute," McGee said and then hung up the phone. Several minutes later McGee, Abby, Ducky, Gibbs, and Jenny came through the door into Chaim's room. Abby immediately ran to the bed and held her arms for Chaim. Tony handed Chaim to her and then got up and walked over to where everyone else was standing.

"How's Ziva?" Jenny asked.

"She's in a coma and she's in surgery right now, they had to do an emergency C-section to save the baby. They don't know if Ziva will wake up or not," Tony said heavily. Jenny's eyes grew wide.

"What about the baby?" McGee asked.

"Once they're done with the C-section they're going to put the baby in an incubator for at least three months," Tony said.

"Is Chaim alright?" Gibbs asked, sparing a glance at where Abby was sitting with him in her lap.

"Yeah, just a few bumps and bruises and a concussion; they're keeping him overnight for observation," Tony said. "McGee, when you and Abby go home later, can you stop by the house and get Dexter and take care of him?"

"Yeah," McGee said. Just then, Dr. Carter walked into the room.

"Ziva's out of surgery."

A/N: So, did you like it? I was bored in class this morning, hence this story was born. I hope that it exceeds expectations. Please review with your thoughts!!

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